Blink Blink
Back to consciousness,
To reality
Back to the realm,
I try to escape nightly
A place of hurt and visceral punishment
To look into her drunken eyes
and my reflection on her golden tooth
I blink and that retched image,
Seared into my eyelids
Now every time I close my eyes
I see it
CZYTASZ
Puzzles. |Poetry|
PoezjaThe fragmentation of experiences littered throughout our lives. These scattered moments, seemingly disjointed, often weave together to form the intricate tapestry of our narratives. Each fragment, whether joyful or sorrowful, mundane or extraordinar...
